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    I'd love a thread with Ryusaki!


    Hmm... Sol kind of bitch slapped Kayn so perhaps he could come to Ryu over the mouth wound (cut the inside of his mouth from being hit), but because he's in pain be a little bit of a dick about things which would irritate Ryusaki? Then we can go from there whether it be them cooling down together and becoming friends or w/e we want to do with that whole thing lol. Kayn's been very brooding lately so having someone like Ryusaki around would do him some good haha.

    Unfortunately couldn't fit the gif I wanted to use, but I thought this picture looked pretty badass.


    Absolutely loving everyone's stuff so far~

    Kayn stood completely still for a few moments after listening to the Civet prattle on, blinking consecutively very slowly. Man this guy spoke a lot? Conversation was one thing, but this merchant was on a completely different level from the usual social butterfly. Kayn knew there was no way he could keep up with the small mammal even if he wanted to. It was just impractical to assume he could talk that much, and even if he did accomplish, Natterravn would just somehow learn how to speak even more if he did.


    "You're probably right about conjurers not being the best craftsman, but quantity is it's own quality at the end of the day, and that goes for crafting as well as other things. It's a lot easier and cheaper to create something from thin air than it is to manually forge it. Then again I've never forged anything so who am I to talk?" The black wolf casually mentioned with a shrug of his muscular shoulders. His gaze shifted from the Civet to his weirdly magically locking caravan. "No need to worry there Natter, we don't deal with live product anymore. Haven't since before I was old enough to walk matter of fact. If you need to avoid the strong smelling stuff as well that's perfectly fine. I've plenty of things you can move that that shouldn't be a problem for a merchant of your caliber," Kayn began to explain as he walked a bit closer to the Civet, carefully inspecting the other male as well as the cart that was part of his caravan.


    Satisfied he turned his attention to Natter fully and sat himself down to get comfortable while they discussed business. "You see, Natterravn, what I'm asking you to do is transport illegal drugs for the Cartel. More specifically, for me. And it depends on where you go on whether it's illegal. You'll be payed according to the job, and I'll be sure to keep your association with the Cartel under the table. Just be aware that'll mean you might get harassed from the other members since your affiliation isn't out in the open. Can never be sure who has double alliances, like myself, so I wouldn't want to compromise your... neutrality," The demon touched child offered with the sinister grin of a dirty job that payed very well. He spat the last word out with a bit of disgust though, and it was clear that Kayn disapproved personally of the merchants desire to stay away from picking a side.


    Kayn found that anyone who refused to pick a side was generally untrustworthy because it meant they were incapable of committing. In the case of a merchant however who needed to pass through many different clans, he'd make make an exception to that rather steadfast rule, but that didn't mean he liked the idea of the Civet trading with Westeros at all. Maybe the wolf would have Natter unknowingly trade the Westerosi scumbags poisoned food that they'd gluttonously scarf down like the pigs they were. The pup doubted he'd trade with the Exiles though given their colorful history. They were universally hated worse than the Cartel for the most part.

    I think with a bit of leniency in understanding that sometimes Kayn's going to be a dick to people he doesn't trust, these two could become really good friends and go on some great adventures together. He does a lot of work in handling border control for the Cartel despite being so young so he'd be hyped to have a friend to hang out with, and eventually be pretty protective over once they became good friends. Considering Arcadepaw's strictness in comparison to Kayn's moral ambiguity or outright dark look at the world, I think there'd be a lot of angsty fun when he does something she doesn't agree with, but they're already friends so she has to figure out how to deal with that.


    I know it says he's part of the Blackheart Rogue's by the way, but it's because he's undercover there as a spy. He didn't really care about them at all except for their leader, and always associates himself as simply being a member of the Cartel when questioned. Very few people are even aware he's part of the BHR to begin with so I don't think that'd be a problem, and in fact he'd probably encourage her anger towards them considering they are an enemy clan to him.


    Anyway yeah! tl;dr I think it'd be fun to make some threads with these two. All of his info should be in his tags/bio, but if there's anything you'd like to know feel free to ask. They're around the same age so I think it'll work well~

    The crimson-eyed wolf doubted he of all people in the Cartel needed a check-up, but considering that Ryusaki wasn't currently he caught up with anyone he figured it'd be best to have his health measured by a proper doctor. After all he didn't know shit about medical operations so for all he knew he had all the subtle signs of a horrible, fatal disease that he most likely probably couldn't even pronounce if it cam down to it.


    So with a casual nonchalant swagger to his walk the wolf pup answered Ryuu's call, sitting himself in front of the canine with an inviting smile. He personally wasn't really close with the surgeon himself, but Sollux was and that was reason enough to treat the coydog with an amicable demeanor and respectful words. Technically the guy was his superior as well, at least in rank, and so Kayn wouldn't be found breaking the chain of command. Honestly though the wolf pup wasn't actually sure if the Surgeon had any actual authority when it came to such things. Pissing of your one and only proper medic was never a good idea though so the sentiment stood double fold anyway.


    "Hey Ryusaki! Um, I don't feel bad, but you're the doctor so you'd know better than me. Be gentle with me, won't you?" Kayn woofed with a wink to the ghoul, a certain casual friendliness to his tone. The wolf had definitely felt more at peace with himself since they had begun moving territories. Partially because of all they time he had where he could do nothing other than let his mind be swarmed with negative thoughts. He'd battled several over the trip and began to slowly piece himself together one crack at a time. The calmness it had brought him made him feel much more energetic, and far less brooding as the Cartel must have been used to seeing him as.

    As per usual with Kayn's sleep schedule the wolf was up contemplating the meaning behind the stars and why he was the one who had born and not some other conscious being who perhaps would be more worthy of existence. This time though, considering the Cartel was fleeing their destroyed territory in a hurry in hopes to reach the mansion that they'd been promised, Kayn was actually on guard duty. The young wolf figured that if he was going to be up anyway he might as well look over things while they slept. All sorts of undesirable things could happen if no one was keeping an eye out for such things, and it would be a lie for Kayn to say he really trusted anyone else to keep him alive while the slept the night a way. If he could actually ever fall asleep during the night at least.


    The onyx furred wolf thought he had been doing a good job of keeping watch initially when much to his dismay he caught the sight of movement from his peripheral vision. No one was supposed to be up, and if they were they'd likely have announced it. Kayn's lips pulled back in a silent snarl as he crept towards the location from where he had first honed in on the disturbance of the relatively quiet night. Speaking of quiet, Kayn could barely overhear some sort of cloth like ruffling noise. The wolf wasn't sure what it was, but he was certain now that something was amiss.


    After a few moments of creeping around the makeshift camp the small canine's bicolored gaze locked onto a feline he didn't know the look of. The pup couldn't pick the cat's scent out from the roiling sea of smells coming from the concentration of animals, but his eyes worked well enough to know this wasn't one of their own. The black wolf turned invisible and got a bit closer only to notice that the intruder was... stealing. From the Cartel? Of all people? The young pup had to stifle an outburst of laughter. The feline had been better off scrounging for berries in the ocean. You didn't just steal from the gang who invented stealing and think you could walk away intact, or even that you could walk away at all.


    A low snarl escaped the still invisible canine, nothing more than a shimmer and his voice to indicate that he was even there at all. "Because it's late I'll give you five seconds to drop the bag and explain yourself so I at least know why you're here while I devour you. No honor among thieves right?" Kayn growled to the unknown feline who had been trying to sneak off with the Cartel's much needed supplies. The growl didn't come out quiet as aggresively as he'd have wanted considering his vocal chords being a bit underdeveloped because of his young age, but the sentiment was all the same. His family was already bad enough off as it was. The last thing they needed was some petty thief trying to make a getaway with the little food that the gang did possess.

    The minute you're doing something not for the good of someone you know, but because you wanted to be evil, is the day you've lost your fucking mind and need to be put down like a lame horse.


    The words of the wayward son's self-righteous father had echoed in his head the entire trip to the mansion like a buzzing mosquito that would not stop flying around no matter what you did. Kayn had tried to block the thoughts from his head, but nothing he did even so much as lessened the deafening roar of his conscious. He knew his father was right and it infuriated him to come to terms with the way his father would have no doubt looked upon him if the older wolf knew what his conflicted offspring had done. Nothing he ever did was good enough it seemed. He even used his ruthlessness to patrol the border looking for people to kill and recruited a bunch of new gang members, and had even landed a promotion due to the effort with the Blackheart Rogues. Even still it felt like none of that mattered anymore. Every time he looked at the underboss all he could imagine was the cold, icy glare of hatred being turned upon him. The one thing in the world he wanted to do more than change the world was make his father proud. That goal unfortunately seemed as far away as possible to the young wolf, at least on the inside. Feliks might be proud when he looked upon the black from of his sun, but that was only because he couldn't see past the surface to the raging sea of confusion that was Kayn's soul.


    But... Thing's didn't have to always be that way. Nothing would ever remove the figurative, and literal, blood that had stained the pup's paws, but it was never too late to turn back until it was. Kayn doubted Fourthwall would continue to train him if the hellhound honed in on a reduction of savagery and selfishness though. Fourth had told him very clearly that to acquire the power he wanted it took a certain kind of monster. The demon touched child thought he was prepared to be that monster, and perhaps he already was, but he didn't want to lose himself along the way. Absolute power wouldn't be worth it if he lost the very people he sought to protect with the strength he'd gain. And if he ever was forced to turn Rhaast's thirsty edge against Feliks... Kayn shuddered at the idea of facing his father on the field of battle, but he was well aware that it would be inevitable if he continued down the same path.


    New mansion; new rules. The shadowy wolf was going to make a concentrated effort to change himself just like they had changed the place they lived. The aura of negative memories he fed off in the old territory that had become overwhelming after the fire were gone. This was a new place. Everything could be different if only he tried his hardest. Kayn knew it wouldn't be easy to resist the urges he felt every day though. His father would never understand the gnawing hunger that wracked his mind the more he tried to distance himself from it. It was all encompassing and made the onyx wolf's maw salivate more than food when he was starving. Despair, agony, pain, fear, sadness. It all tasted so repulsively delicious to be in the presence of. The irresistible desire to strike others with those emotions simply so he could satisfy himself for even a moment was so excruciatingly difficult to master that even the pup wasn't sure that his efforts would accomplish anything. He had to try though.


    Unfortunately his musings were cut short while he was exploring the area around the large building due to the sound of rustling not far away. Curious as to the source of the noise the wolf turned invisible and stealthily made his way in that direction. The familiar metallic taste of blood touched his tongue as he took in a large whiff of crimson on the wind. It was all Kayn could do not to sprint towards the location and partake in whatever spilling of viscous liquid had occurred. Someone was certainly injured, and based on the strength of the scent it must have been pretty bad. If the person was friendly maybe he could start off his stay at the mansion by saving someone's life. His father would approve of something like that right?


    The young wolf picked up the pace to reach the scene a bit quicker in case the wounded creature was in a critical state. After a few short moments he broached into a clearing in the forested area that seemed to be devoid of activity save for two wounded animals. Well, one was dead. Based on the looks of things a cat had gotten into a fight with a coyote and managed to win somehow, but he was bleeding profusely from several wounds. The coyote on the other hand was completely limp and was absolutely drenched in blood. It looked like a neck wound had been what took out the canine. Kayn had to admit he was impressed the feline had managed to pull off such a thing, even if it hadn't been a flawless fight. Then a very unfortunately familiar scent caught on the breeze and was brought to the black wolf among the pervasive scent of blood. The Blackheart Rogues.


    "...H-Hey... It's... It's you... Wait why are y-you here?" Came the weak, gravelly voice of the feline as he spluttered up blood with each wounded cough. Kayn froze in his tracks at being spotted. He vaguely recognized the other from one of the meetings he had attended. Likely the cat knew him from his announcement to be Fourthwall's apprentice. "That...S-Scent... Cartel. A-Are they here?" the injured tomcat asked as he tried to stifle the flow of blood that was seeping from several gaping wounds on his side.


    You know you have to kill him. You know you want to kill him. Do it. We wouldn't want your master finding out about this, or daddy knowing what kinds of things he's teaching been teaching naughty little you. Kill him Kayn.


    The voice he had heard before! He hadn't been hearing things! Something was speaking to him telepathically or something because the sound was coming from everywhere at once, even when he flattened his ears back to dim the noise. He wouldn't be told what to do by someone who wouldn't even face him! But... The voice was right. If he rescued the injured feline not only would he ruin his cover in the Blackheart Rogues, but it was even quite possible Feliks would find things out as well. As much as he wanted to question the voice about how it knew all of these things or what the hell it even was, there were more pressing matters to attend to. The injured Rogue needed to be taken care of. Unfortunately in a very permanent sense of the word.


    The demon child walked forward slowly towards the other before transforming himself into the his giant shadow direwolf form. After the transformation the hunger seemed to almost triple in intensity as his eyes narrowed on the blood soaked tomcat. It was almost as if he wasn't fully in control of his actions, and yet he knew he entirely was. He could stop himself, but he didn't want to. Well, he did. But not nearly enough to match his desire to go through with it. There was too much to risk by letting the feline live. Maybe just one more murder, for a valid situation like this, was okay. Feliks had said if you did something just to be evil. This death would have purpose so it would be justified since it wasn't entirely evil right? "Quiet Blackheart filth! Cease your existance!" Kayn growled loud enough that if any Cartellians were nearby they'd likely be able to here, but tears did well up in his eyes as he raised his paw to strike. He didn't want to do this. What choice did he have though? Even though his own voice didn't quite have the enthusiasm of someone who was defending their territory, a second voice that could be heard at the same time was much more aggressive in it's use of the very same words.


    The large shadow creature brought his massive paw down on the feline's neck before the tomcat could react, blade like talons digging into the flesh. Instantly the blunt force trauma of the massive wolf's attack killed the already wounded animal, but he still had the momentary urge to force the cat's throat to flow with blood. Kayn lifted his much larger than usual paw upwards to look at the now crimson liquid upon his fur. The wolf's hand started shaking and he let himself fall backwards, transforming as he fell back into the small pup form that was natural to him. Kayn could do nothing more than stare up at the grey sky as even the heavens seemed stricken with grief. It began to rain lightly, the droplets of water feeling numb against him. The black wolf started to laugh, but... He wasn't surprised to find that it wasn't himself who was laughing. It was him.


    Well, well... You might not have enjoyed it as much as I did, but you certainly didn't hesitate. You really are a monster aren't you Kayn?


    Kayn still was at a loss as to what was going on with the disembodied voice, but now he was well aware that disembodied wasn't quite the correct way to describe the entity. It had a body all right. And they were sharing it. The way the thing spoke within his mind about the situation, the feelings he felt that he knew couldn't be his own, the way the entity seemed to know everything he did. It all made sense and yet didn't make any sense at the exact same time. The wolf was beyond confused with what exactly had happened to him. He did however know that he wasn't even alone with his thoughts anymore. Maybe he never had been. The more he thought about the weird predicament he found himself in, the more he could sense the other being within him. Now that he knew what to look for he could actively search for the entity. The crimson-eyed wolf wasn't met with surprise when he located the source of the beings radiating energy coming from Kayn's very own aura. What... What was this thing? And why him?


    (OOC: I absolutely love how you're playing him! Fantastic <3 )


    Kayn was glad he was invisible because the tomcat's Chinese was completely lost on the young wolf, eyes blinking slowly in confusion as he tried to even piece together what it could have possibly meant. Absolutely nothing came to mind as he he tried understand any of the unfamiliar words. Luckily the silver tabby seemed plenty capable of speaking a language that the wolf pup could understand. That probably increased the feline's chances of survival by a fairly large margin. At least in comparison to what his chances had been but mere moments ago. The guy was still a fucking thief so the vindictive wolf wasn't going to let him get away with things free by any sort of definition of the word.


    Kayn revealed himself to the feline, dropping his invisibility in favor of speaking to the cat face-to-face. The guy seemed like a reasonable enough criminal all things considered. Sounded a lot like most of the members of the Cartel actually. "Don't eat you huh? I don't know man. My gang is in the process of moving so we kind of really need that food as well. You'd make a pretty good meal for those that wouldn't be opposed to eating you. Tell you what though... You don't have many options here so I'm going to make you a deal you can't refuse," The onyx wolf pup mused as he took a few steps closer to the silver cat, eyes showing authority and a complete lack of fear. Honestly his gaze was quite unsettling despite his rather amicable tone of voice.


    "You're a thief clearly so you have your uses. You're also not dead so despite your injuries you seem like you can handle yourself. Join the Cartel. I'll let you bed down with us and feed you, and in return, you work for me from now on. Alternatively..." Kayn offered the silver tabby with the a devious grin, voice trailing off as he let Jackie fill in the blanks on his other options. The Cartel could use a few more dedicated thieves who could get a job done, and feline had managed to sneak past him for the most part. With a bit of proper training the guy would be going places. The pup also knew he could use the influence of recruiting more members to the thinned ranks of the crew. Kayn was looking to rise the ranks as time went on so having someone like the Chinese cat at his side would certainly be a boon.



    Sweet! That'd be awesome if you did that. I can't wait to see what shenanigans these two will get up to~


    Also sorry lol didn't know you were on mobile at the time! RIP. To give a brief description he's a kid with a good heart born into a clan who does bad things, and his soul is fused with a demonic entity from an ancient artifact he found in the Aztec temple. He himself is a charismatic charmer who likes to have fun and take care of those he's close to while making the world a better place, but he also feels the demon's emotions and desires so he's constantly worrying about a darker side of himself that he's yet to really come to terms with. Its rougher for him to deal with than just possession since he can barely tell where he ends and the demon begins. He ends up losing his inhibitions and doing things he regrets quite often because of it, which I'm sure he'll cutely vent to Arcadepaw about when they get really close.


    I think it'll be really interesting!

    (OOC: Vexxy! You gotta stop! I loled hard when I saw what Feliks said. I never expect what's going to come out of his mouth xD)


    At the sight of Sollux showing up Kayn instantly regretted making the joking flirt towards the surgeon. The wolf pup might not pay for it today, and maybe not tomorrow, but he most certainly was going to pay for that. The icy glare that somehow, oddly, foretold of an uncomfortable swim in shark infested waters was plenty enough to tell. The impending dread of the inevitable future he'd no doubt have to deal with was fresh in his mind, but luckily Ryusaki being the good doctor he was decided to pull his feral warhound off. It was insane how much sway Ryuu had over the far more intimidating ghoul, but that's apparently what love did to you. The thought of it alone made the young wolf wary of falling into such a thing. He had enough trouble as it was trying to deal with doing stupid shit to impress his father, but that would likely be on an entirely different level.


    Despite the regret of having Sollux catch him, the surgeon's response had been worth it. Kayn let out a cute giggle at how flustered he had made the two with a few words and a simple wink. It was so easy to get under people's skins if you really wanted to, and the prospect was more than entertaining to the mischievous child. "Relaaaaxx you two, it was just a joke. I'm just messing with you Ryusaki. Do what you gotta do doc," Kayn assured the pair as he puffed out his chest so the surgeon could do whatever it was doctors did. The wolf wasn't sure himself how listening to him breathe was really relevant, but the timid ghoul was the one who had the position for a reason. Kayn wasn't going to question anything as long as it kept him alive.


    The shadowy pup's ears perked up in excitement at the sight of his father, but his face instantly flushed with embarrassment at the older wolf's unexpected words. Kayn felt the heat in his cheeks and found his bicolored gaze staring at the ground shyly. It didn't bother him too terribly much, but the thought of even jokingly flirting with someone his father had already had the pleasure of doing so wasn't appealing in the least. The fact that his dad heard him flirting to begin with only made the young wolf pup even more shy. "D-Dad! Come onnn I was just jokkking. I didn't know you and Ryuu had a thing at one point," Kayn woofed exaggeratedly, ears laid down sheepishly as he looked up at the Underboss. What was with the old wolf knowing what buttons to press to always catch him off guard?

    (OOC: It's all good yo! <3 )


    The obsidian form of the small wolf slunk through the shadows of the forest, weaving in between trees with practiced efficiency. This was a slightly different path he took on his way to the Blackheart Rogues when he was going to or from the territory than normal since his new home required a different direction. It was still however the same familiar forest so he was quite used to navigating its comfortably shaded foliage. He had become quite bold in confidence recently so he wasn't even bothering to be quiet anymore. Speed way key as they say.


    Unfortunately though his lightning fast traversal of the woods had been cut off prematurely when he caught scent of a particularly familiar smell. One that he personally wished he was never going to come in contact with because the memories were by no means pleasant for either of the two involved. Or well, Kayn sort of enjoyed them in a sick twisted way at the time, but in hindsight as he recalled the situation even the stuff he had enjoyed seemed wrong. It was all being dredged up in a particularly uncomfortable miasma of fragmented recollection charged with emotion.


    The wolf pup had to go seek the feline out though. Sure, part of him absolutely hated coming into contact with the person he had captured only to then be taken in by, but there was a naive subsection of his complicated mind that wished to become friends with his former play toy. Things were different now. For the most part. And if he felt like doing anything to the Savannah cat then he'd simply make the smart decision and walk away before any harm came to the alcoholic. God knows Kayn had already done enough to give stronger minds nightmares so he had to imagine it hadn't gone well in the aftermath of the feline's torture.


    Finally after a slow walk that allowed him to gain his thoughts he spotted his target in the distance a little ways. After a short jaunt forwards at a comfortable place he stopped a bit of ways in front of the other male. "No fucking way... It is you! Flynn! You uh... You don't look so good man," Kayn mused, taking in the disheveled features of the cute feminine feline for the first time in awhile. Yup, it looked like that drinking problem hadn't gone away in the slightest. The scent of the strong liquid clung to the cat's fur like starving fleas. He couldn't help but wonder if he was the cause of it this time. The Vanguard of the Cartel shook his head of the negative thoughts. He had berated himself over what he did to Flynn more than enough by now. His father had certainly unintentionally made him feel like absolute shit despite not even knowing what his son had done. The words, not aimed at him in particular, had just managed to strike home a little too hard.

    (OOC: It's no problem Seina! Just feel free to reply whenever you have the free time, no need to worry about it though. Your post gave me so much muse so it was worth the wait~ <3 )


    Kayn carefully observed the reaction he had carefully gotten out of Sollux. He certainly hit a nerve on the ghoul, and that made the wolf pup feel satisfied that he had so easily pushed Sol's buttons. It was a risky gambit to anger the wolf, but the only way he was ever going to get the older male to train him was to get some emotion out of the careless lupine. Generally the wolf didn't bother paying attention to things so Kayn was going to force him to pay attention, even if it hurt like a motherfucking bitch in doing so. Anger was simply the easiest emotion to get out of someone, and it certainly helped that Kayn seemed to feed off of negative emotions unnaturally.


    It was no surprise to the shadowy wolf when Sollux struck him across the face, stumbling sideways from the sheer force of the blow. Kayn had been expecting the physical retaliation from the annoyed ghoul though and so he kept his balance despite the rough impact to his jaw. The pup had clenched properly this time though unlike when he had been hit by the older wolf before, and so there was no blood to be found seeping from his mouth this time. Instead, a cocky smirk spread across his features as he turned his bicolored gaze back to Sollux. That was it. Bring it. Kayn was getting exactly what he wanted even if Sol was unaware that he was unknowingly falling for the wolf's carefully spun web. It was going to hurt. It was going to be bloody. It might even make him want to quit at some times. But Sollux was going to train him if it was the last thing that happened to the onyx furred creature.


    When Sollux pinned him down by his scruff and began ranting about how precarious the situation was and how little the ghoul cared, and trying in vain to be intimidating, Kayn released a hysterical bout of maniacal laughter. Well, to be more precise Sollux was intimidating, but that was exactly why the pup was here in the first place. He was prepared to deal with the ghoul so his threats, while not empty, skimmed over the wolf's spiky fur like a gentle breeze. "You believe I fear death Sollux? You know don't who you are dealing with. My aspirations are not empty like those pathetic creatures that surround us. Kill me if you have the nerve to do so. If threats were enough to scare me away from attaining my goals then I'd have quit. Go ahead, end my life in a useless tantrum that won't accomplish anything but meekly satisfy your irritated ego," Kayn snarled at the wolf who was holding him down before devolving into more laughter. His voice had split into the dual-voiced echo that it turned into when he accidentally tapped into his confusing power, the demonic whisper behind his tone evident in his laughter. Sollux would have to do more than speak to end the wolf pup's ambition.


    Kayn used his super strength to roughly wriggle free of Sollux's pin without much effort, turning to grin at the elder wolf with a crazy fire of determination in his eyes. Was this surge of adrenaline induced emotion what a potential life threatening fight felt like? The demon-touched child was in love with the feeling. Sollux didn't scare him in the general sense of the world, but all of his instincts were on fire as he fully expected the ghoul to kill him out of irritation. It was well within Sol's personality to do such a thing from what Kayn had seen so the pup felt truly alive for once. Not only that, but for the first time ever he felt truly in tune with the roiling conflict that was his soul. For the first time both him and the entity that shared his body had a common goal that there would be no dispute about the morality of. If their new adversary was going to end their life, both of them would perish and nothing would be gained of their strife. Sollux had awoken a raging fire within Kayn that was simply intoxicating.


    The wolf pup tried to nimbly dodge out of the way from the ghoul, but Sollux being far more experienced easily picked up the younger wolf. Moments later Kayn felt a stabbing pain as he was flung into the nearby rock. A sickening crack was heard and accompanied with the searing white-hot pain the shadowy wolf was certain that he had broken a rib or two upon impact. The sharp jutting weapon of stone had been more than enough to break a few of his undeveloped bones. That didn't matter to the pup though. Nothing did except the roar of his soul flaming ambitiously at the thought of death. Kayn was determined to rise above this conflict no matter what it took.


    It was hard to ignore the pain, but with significant effort Kayn stood up and turned his gaze towards Sollux who gave his final warning. A warning that would be wasted on Kayn who returned a smirk, which admittedly was hard to hold considering the pain in his left flank. The wolf pup would take this agony and use it to fuel him, and that was evident in the look he gave Sol. There was no anger, disgust, hate, or anything in his eyes as they stared down his elder. Instead they held respect and determination. "Yes, that's it! Break me Sollux! Teach me what is needed to protect those I care about. Words mean nothing, it is the action behind them that matters. If you truly wish to end my life then show me your resolve," Kayn barked before coughing a few times, particulates of blood weaving in between the spittle. The wolf pup took two more pained steps back towards Sollux just like he had before, determined gaze only barely revealing the pain he was currently feeling from the injury. The demon fused child knew that he was taking an incredible risk that even the insane entity who shared his body was skeptical of, but he was prepared to bet it all on a gambit. Perhaps Sollux would indeed kill him... Or perhaps the elder wolf would see the young pup as more than the dishonorable rabble incapable of holding true resolve that he had been born into.

    The shadowy from of the rather quick wolf weaved between the darkness cast upon the forest by the thick canopy of the trees, the creatures obsidian fur melding with the pervasive dark that was ever present in the wooded area. Calculated, speedy movements led the wolf through the area with relative ease, but their was a certain lack of meaning to the movements. Truthfully Kayn didn't know exactly where he was going because he didn't have a goal in mind. Instead, he was just exploring as he got to know the territories and surrounding areas of the Cartel's enemies. One day it would be his job to take up the mantle of enemy relations, and knowing when and where to strike would be quite the important information to have attained prior to his rise through the ranks.


    Unfortunately the darkened forest wasn't any help to the Vanguard of the Cartel. He didn't know exactly where he was, or how close he was to Colouredclan's lands. Hell, he might have even stumbled over a less than often traveled spot on the border that had lost it's strong scent. He certainly hadn't caught the scent of anything other than the earthy aroma of the particularly spooky forest he seemed to have been travelling in for what must have been forever and a day.


    That was the case at least until he did finally catch the scent of Colouredclan. However it wasn't the strong scent of a border that he had expected to find at first. It was actually an animal that likely was a member of the group. There might have been multiple people, but the wolf pup had only picked up on a single one for the moment. Shortly after he heard the supposed Colouredclanner speaking rather closely as a matter of fact. The wolf sighed at the realization that his sense of smell obviously needed to be worked on if he hadn't picked up on the target from father away.


    After moving around to free his line of sight from the oppressive towering trees he managed to spot the feline in question who had dramatically met the ground, but for what reason the wolf was entirely unsure of. Was she not alone after all? She was around his age after all by the looks of her so he wouldn't have been surprised if someone was accompanying the tabby to make sure that she was supervised. Kayn was happy that he didn't have to deal with that. The black furred pup poked his head from behind the tree he was using as cover to look at the female, cocking his head to the side as he looked at her with a confused bicolored gaze. "Are you relenting to me? Because... I didn't even do anything yet, but I'll take a free win any day," Kayn jokingly woofed to the newly met cat. He was well aware that by technicality she was an enemy, but the Cartel didn't really look at things like that. Business was business and you were allowed to do whatever you want so long as you didn't harm the crew. What was chatting with a young feline from a fellow anti-clan going to do to possibly harm the gang? The Vanguard concluded absolutely nothing, and so he was happy to speak with the cat. After all he had been travelling alone for a decent amount of time so the demon-touched child appreciated the company, even if it might devolve into aggression as those in anti-clan's were fairly prone to.

    Kayn definitely could use her being a motivating cheerleader because he is definitely always putting himself down. That being said when she was feeling cynical about things he'd definitely be able to relate with her though, and be all like "Yeah, tell me about. Life sucks bro." Thanks for making <3


    About Azka's suggestion about the three getting together I'd totally be down for that. Raven, Arcade, and Kayn would have a pretty interesting dynamic I'd imagine. Especially since Kayn is a bit of a show off at times so I can imagine Ravenpaw getting a bit jealous due to having a crush on Arcadepaw even though Kayn himself wouldn't actually be trying to impress her. I think it might be pretty fun to have the three interacting.

    Kayn giggled a small amount at Flynn's reaction. Yep, this was the same alcoholic he had captured before alright. Apparently promising a psychotic demon child wasn't even enough to keep this guy away from the familiar feeling of a bottle of ale. Kayn couldn't blame the feline though considering what he had put him through. He had to imagine that drink was quite the helpful coping mechanism for the Savannah cat.


    "Oh my bad. Didn't realize you were that hungover. I'll keep it down," Kayn whispered quietly as he walked over to the cat and sat down in front of him, although there was the slight hint of accusation in his tone as he spoke. The wolf pup looked down at the rather pathetic form of the cat, raising his eyebrow at the other. Was this how Flynn dealt with all of his problems? Did the cat live his entire life at the bottom of a bottle?


    Kayn let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, ears perking up as he looked at the Savannah cat that he had captured and subsequently tortured. Just because he had done that didn't mean he didn't worry about Flynn. It was a mistake he regretted and now he wanted to help the other. "You know... drinking that much isn't healthy for you. You can't solve all your problems by drowning yourself in that stuff. I say this as someone who literally sells drugs to people," Kayn softly spoke with a caring and equally worried tone as he looked down at the attractive feminine feline. Or well, the shell of what would generally be attractive. Currently Flynn looked like a mess from his close relationship with a certain liquid.

    Kayn listened to Natter explain his side of the proposed deal while he carefully inspected the merchant's cart, duly noting the civet's requirements as he made sure to go over every inch of the cart. It was a rather impressive vehicle and seemed like it would be perfect for a few small shipments here and there to be carried among the rest of the merchant's cargo he was carrying. Personally Kayn didn't give a rat's tail what else was in those crates because it honestly wasn't his business. Well, if it was thousands of jewels perhaps that would have made a sizable difference in his care for the items. He'd definitely challenge the civet and his unknown compatriot over that much money, but the black wolf sincerely doubted anything of such value was inside of the sealed boxes.


    Content with the thing that would be moving his products he returned his full attention to the civet which was outlining his complicated interaction. Apparently transporting drugs was a whole ordeal for someone who was neutral, but Kayn respected Natteravn's careful and respectful approach to the proposal. Everyone had to look out for themselves first so he understood where the long-furred animal was coming from. One could never be to wary about starting things they didn't want to be a part of, and that most likely went doubly so for a merchant that needed to be able to be on everyone's good side so-to-speak.


    "I'll make sure that whoever you're delivering the product to is aware that you'll be the one handing things off so no need to worry. Speaking of which, you'll not have to worry about payment either. I'll make sure you're adequately rewarded for a job well done. I wouldn't want my new business partner to think I'm cheap. Drug trafficking is a lucrative industry after all so it only makes sense to share the wealth if you're the one who'll be moving it. If the target ends up paying in Carets or a single expensive item just let me know when you return and I'll make sure to properly split the payment. We can discuss payment percentages, but it'll change based on the specific job's parameters as you've mentioned," Kayn woofed to the merchant who luckily didn't have a problem with feeding people's crippling addiction. A neutral character through and through it turned out. Except when it came to slaves it seemed, but the Cartel was done with that kind of stuff. Kayn would have rather kept obedient slaves for himself anyway if he had any, so the civet wouldn't have to worry about being asked for such a things. Drugs were plenty fine for the black wolf.


    Kayn flicked his head further into the territory towards the Aztec temple that lie deeper in the burned forest. "We'll be moving to a mansion sometime soon, but in the meantime... If you wish to deal with the Cartel and they end up giving you trouble simply tell them you're a friend of mine. I'm a Vanguard, the underboss's son, and a personal spy for the Godmother. They shouldn't bother you much after that. Consider it a sign of good faith," the shadowy pup added as he smirked happily. If Natter became a valuable ally of the Cartel at least financially then surely the wolf would be credited for the recruitment of the merchants aid. Every little bit helped in working towards the ambitious child's goal of a promotion.


    Kayn excitedly bounded over to the meeting location at the behest of the leader's call. With the Cartel having moved territories to finally get away from all the ash and charred sticks Kayn had been exceedingly busy back home, but now he could focus on his work in the Blackheart Rogues which made him happy. For one he respected the group and their way of life, though perhaps more importantly his readiness to spy had gotten him a promotion among the gang. Well, you had to be present to spy, so here he was.


    The shadowy wolf looked up at his mentor with a sincere grin that showed his initiative and willingness to be there. The young wolf only hoped that Fourthwall hadn't noticed his apprentice's unusual lack of presence in the Rogues or else he'd have some explaining to do. While Kayn was quite the charmer and enjoyed talking, the charismatic devil he was, that didn't mean he wanted to go around making up excuses for every single thing. The less questions that were asked of him the better.


    The only good kind of attention he could bring to himself was getting a promotion so that the Rogues would divulge information to him. That took a lot of effort though and required Fourthwall to see him as worthy. Considering that the hellhound was his mentor that only meant things would be harder because he figured the older male wouldn't allow him to slip up and be lazy, and somehow still rise the ranks. The one downside to being trained by the leader of the group was that it meant the highest position had his eye on you. The perfect and yet most dangerous place for one in his line of work. "Hey master Fourthwall sir! Present!" The lupine woofed enthusiastically as he found himself somewhere comfortable in the front to sit down and look up at the Rogue's leader.





    Did somebody say reputation? That was just the thing that Kayn was looking for after all so performing a few tasks here and there to prove himself seemed more than fair. Fourthwall seeing his apprentice as an eager hard worker was a definite bonus for sure. The shadowy wolf wante his mentor to know that he had not made a mistake in taking the demon-child under his wing so-to-speak.


    "Eager and more than willing to serve. What would you have me do sir?" Kayn barked as he approached, offering his elder a respectful bow. His head swiveled to look an Manicpaw as he walked to stand beside her, flashing the younger hellhound a charismatic smile. The obsidian furred pup hadn't had the pleasure of interacting with Manic that much, but that didn't mean he couldn't start off on a friendly foot with the female.